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Autumn steals in like a quiet
cat, looking for a warm place
to settle. On the mountains
in the copses and through the forests, the trees rustle
amongst themselves, and blush
at her touch. Do the beetles know
of this? I do not know, they talk
to their gods in tongues.
Β©οΈ2019 K Price
Ah…spring is here for us….the road runner is busy seeking a meal for a hatchling I’m sure.
Spring and Autumn are my favourite seasons, Charles.
An enchanting poem.
Thanks, Renee.
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A sweet welcome to incoming Spring.
And all the different colours it brings.
I love autumn and you have described it beautifully.
Thanks, Mosy. We were in Canberra briefly over Easter, and sheβs looking rather pretty in her Autumn finery.
Mysterious and whimsical, like a quiet cat. So hard to imagine what I have not experienced – opposite seasons on the other side of the globe.
Thanks, Monica. I hope you are enjoying summer now π
Good to see a return, in full form.